Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Swans,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.